The Truth Hurts, a poem by Lucy Holland at
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The Truth Hurts

The Truth Hurts

written by: Lucy Holland


Somethin’s bubblin’ underneath all my skin.
Don’t wanna let it out, but just can’t keep it in

It starts in my toes as they start to get hot.
My legs feel numb even though I know that they’re not.

My fingers start pricklin’ and my throat just got tight.
I try to stay calm and I use all my might.

But a switch has been flipped and I guess that I have been too.
There’s nothing I know of that I can do.

I snap like a towel, I lash out like a snake.
I have no control, it’s not just a mistake.

It cancels all the good that I’ve ever done,
and makes me toxic for everyone.

I’ve read all the books and I’ve taken the classes.
I’ve tried to be better and I’ve followed the masses.

There’s a rage inside and I have asked for help.
But no one can help me, they can’t see that it’s there.
I tell them it is but they don’t seem to care.

I’m sorry has to be said, but it’s just not enough.
But I carry this hurt and I carry this shame,
and on my heart is written your name.

If I could have done better, you should know that I would have.
I would have done better and we both know that I should have.

I will carry all this now for all the days of my life.
So if you see that I’m smiling, if you think I’m carefree,
I doubt that’s something that I’ll ever be.

So pass me your stuff, I try to carry that too.
Really, my dear, it’s the least I can do.

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